"Young master, but you are alone, I am a little worried......"

Feng Lingzhu said with some concern.

The more Zhou Yan was out, the more worried she was about Zhou Yan's safety.

Obviously, if you don't care, you don't care if the other party is dead or alive. cares, so a little bit of safety, will be extremely worried.

"If I don't worry, it means that I am not strong enough and not capable enough.

A capable person will not let the people around him worry. ”

Zhou Yan smiled.

"Young Master, it's not that I don't believe in your abilities—"

Feng Lingzhu was a little anxious, and quickly explained.

"I understand, you go out, choose whatever you want, and don't take anything on the road, because that's really a trap.

After you go out, no one will dare to do anything to you, they will have concerns. ”

Zhou Yan said confidently.

Feng Lingzhu's face was slightly gloomy, and then she bit her lip lightly and said, "Young Master, I will make up for my previous mistakes in the future, Young Master, I'm sorry......"

As she spoke, she even bent her knees to apologize.

At this moment, after life and death, and life and death all the way, she understood what is true and what is false.

"Fool, what are you talking about, although I was a little angry before, but then I know the reason, and I don't blame you anymore. Okay, get up, after going to the City of No Tears, you will probably know the news of the birth of a peerless powerhouse away from home, so no one will trouble you. Let's get out. The City Without Tears also has a lot of opportunities. I can rest assured that you will do things. ”

Zhou Yan gently grabbed Feng Lingzhu's arm so that she would not kneel.

This pull, he felt that Feng Lingzhu's body was really soft and elastic, and the soft feeling of the skin, such as soft and boneless, made people have a wonderful feeling from the bottom of their hearts.

With such contact, Zhou Yan even wanted to knead it for a while inexplicably, but he didn't do such a thing after all, but suppressed this impulse, and his words were very gentle.

"Young master, then I'll go first, and you should take care. ”

Feng Lingzhu wept, and his eyes were a little red.

Such a cold woman, after coming into contact with him, can be so reluctant to him, Zhou Yan has an inexplicable feeling of pride.

"Go ahead, take care of yourself. ”

Zhou Yan looked at Feng Lingzhu as if tears were overflowing, looking at her face that was almost exactly the same as Feng Lingqing, although he knew that she was not Feng Lingqing, but the ghost sent her hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes for her.

This scene, halfway through, both of them were stunned.

But Zhou Yan was stunned for a while, but he still completed this action, and Feng Lingzhu's pretty face suddenly turned red.

At that moment, she really had an amazingly glamorous style that was more delicate than flowers.

Zhou Yan's memory seems to have suddenly frozen in this scene.

......

The floating clouds are like flowing water, flowing between heaven and earth, in the gate of nine lives, everyone is gone, and now there is only one person left, this person is Zhou Yan.

This time, finally no one doubted Zhou Yan anymore.

Especially, when even Feng Lingzhu left, no one doubted this qiē.

Zhou Yan is a cruel person, and all the monks understand it, but in the same way, he is a person who is very affectionate, and all the monks also see it.

Feng Lingzhu has left, so Zhou Yan's credibility is 100 percent, which is completely consistent with the one he came out of.

Therefore, all the monks obeyed Zhou Yan's arrangement and entered the Gate of Nine Lives to find their own way out.

Zhou Yan, on the other hand, only stayed here for a while, then returned along the same path, and came to the place where the cloud cliff and the woman on the back of the came again.

This time, he could still see the back of the woman Xiao Suo, but this time, the voice of the call had disappeared.

The one qiē here has also changed and become a little different.

Zhou Yan walked back silently all the way, and after a series of calculations, he finally came to the land of blood again.

Under Jing Zhun's judgment, Zhou Yan returned to the place where Qimeng had left due to an accident.

But here, it's still quiet.

The huge statue of the blood sè, like shrouded in a lake of blood, is like a vision, and it is like a real being.

That kind of red, so red that people's hearts beat, will stop for it.

Zhou Yan ignored this qiē, and walked into such a bloody land alone.

The heavens and the earth suddenly became hazy, and the dripping blood and rain began to fall continuously, but these rains seemed to pass through Zhou Yan's body, as if they did not exist.

It's like a special effect, acting as an inexplicable embellishment between heaven and earth.

Walking in such a world, it is impossible to tell whether there is time or place.

But along the way, Zhou Yan saw a lot of severed arms and stumps.

Here, there are many monks who have died, some young, some old, some handsome people, and some beautiful women.

But no matter what happened before they were alive, after they died, they all had ugly faces, hideous faces, blurred flesh and blood, and miserable.

In such a place, you can't see the edge at a glance, but the bloody lake always seems to be not far away.

It seems that no matter how far a person walks in parallel, he cannot break free from the distance he has existed.

Zhou Yan looked ahead, and in the bloody rain, he saw that in front of him, there was an ancient temple-like thatched hut.

This thatched hut, with two floors, seems to be a restaurant preserved from ancient times.

Zhou Yan walked over silently, and the whole person was almost numb.

He saw endless bones along the road, but he couldn't see a single Qiankun ring, which showed that the people who were still alive in front of him had collected the relics of these people.

But as fellow monks, seeing such a huge amount of corpses, it is inevitable that they will empathize with them and feel sad.

On the path of cultivation, it is always so sad and cruel. Those who can cultivate and succeed are none in ten thousand.

Because of these, Zhou Yan no longer has much hope for the safety of Liqimeng and others.

Reality is always cruel, and if they really die here, it can only ...... There is nothing to be done.

Zhou Yan sighed lightly, couldn't help but take out a pot of wine and drank it, taking a sip, but his mouth was full of bitterness.

......

"Squeak-"

The door of the restaurant had already opened when Zhou Yan arrived.

Inside the store, there was only one person, a one-armed old man, his body was already rickety, his beard was all white, and his face was densely wrinkled like an earthworm.

Just at first glance, you can tell that this is a very old person.

Because in the world of monks, age also has a certain relationship with the unfathomable.

But the old man at the moment looks ordinary and nothing special.

Zhou Yan looked at the old man, his pupils shrank slightly, and he knew in his heart that simple and ordinary often corresponded to the wordless danger. Because in such a world, still alive is the best explanation.

"Boy, you're finally here. ”

The old man spoke, revealing some yellowed teeth.

Zhou Yan glanced at him, the back he was carrying was like bone spurs connected together, and it looked a little skinny.

But when he spoke, he had some strength, not weakness.

"Could it be that someone is waiting for me here?"

Zhou Yan's heart sank, and he asked silently.

"yes...... Previously, there was a fairy...... Spirit-sama, killed a lot...... The monk, however, left a living mouth and handed it over to the old decay to take care of.

She said that after that, there must be a genius boy with ancient Jing blood in his body, who would come here with a pot of wine.

Let me teach him this man. In the meantime, if there is any mistake, the old decay will definitely be scattered and the body will die. ”

The old man said respectfully.

Zhou Yan said: "What about people?"

The old man said: "Imprisoned in the ancient array at the back of the room. ”

Behind the restaurant's room, there is an open space, which looks like an ancient stable used to feed the horses. The range is not large, but it is very clean.

In this small range, there is an ancient Imprisonment Array, this Ancient Array is not complicated, only has the effect of imprisonment, making it impossible for people to exert their own abilities.

And in the ancient array, there was a person who knelt there as if he was frozen, motionless.

This man's gaze was as calm as if he were in a fixed position, and there was no fluctuation. It's just that when Zhou Yan arrived, he looked at it with some reaction.

Subsequently, after seeing Zhou Yan, this person's calm gaze suddenly changed, and the inexplicable sense of surprise and uncertainty was strongly presented, as if he had seen the most incredible thing in the world.

In addition, Zhou Yan's powerful sensing ability also sensed an inexplicable sense of fear, which was an indescribable deep fear and fear.

Zhou Yan's steps moved, and he walked towards this ancient formation, at this time, the man who was bound suddenly trembled a little, and even with it, the muscles at the corners of his mouth twitched involuntarily, obviously, he was still very imprisoned, and he didn't even have the ability to speak.

The corners of his mouth twitched, obviously he wanted to speak, but he couldn't say it, that was the prohibition of the ancient array.

The sword light in Zhou Yan's hand flashed, directly cutting off the base of the ancient array, and with the instant collapse of the energy, Zhou Yan directly suppressed the riot of these energies with a terrifying ancient sword intent, and then his eyes came to this person's side calmly.

A sword light in Zhou Yan's hand, like a sword of the immortal sword god, a sword annihilating such a terrifying ancient formation, really shocked the male monk who was still kneeling.

He stayed there in complete astonishment, his expression frozen for a moment.

After a long time, he came back to his senses and felt that the confinement was gone, which made him feel much more comfortable, but just as he was about to speak, he found that his whole body was a little numb because of the confinement for too long, and he could not recover to normal for the time being.

Zhou Yan didn't urge anything, but just stood silently, waited for a moment, and then raised his head and drank a pot of wine, and then asked, "Who are you?"

The monk looked handsome, but his skin was a little dark, and his face was slightly sallow, which made his handsome appearance not so eye-catching.

At this time, when he heard Zhou Yan's question, he immediately bowed down, licked his chapped lips with a somewhat dry and numb tongue, and said in a somewhat hoarse voice: "Under Pan Yuming." ”

Zhou Yan frowned slightly, nodded, and said, "Have a drink first, and talk about other things later." ”

Zhou Yan glanced at him, reached out and took out a pot of wine, and threw it over.